CAMILLA POV
As the soft chime of the intercom echoed through the living room, I paused in my tasks, a sense of curiosity piqued by the unexpected interruption. Who could be calling at this hour? I made my way over to the vintage landline, its familiar weight comforting in my hand.
"Hello?" I answered, a hint of apprehension coloring my voice.
"Ms. Camilla," the gatekeeper's voice crackled through the line, his tone tinged with urgency. "There are two women here at the gate, insisting on seeing you. They don't have a visitation permit, and they're causing quite a scene."
My heart sank at the news, a feeling of dread settling in the pit of my stomach. I knew exactly who it was. Madeline and Anna, my estranged stepmother and stepsister, always managing to stir up trouble whereve
